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No one asked me what I wanted
No one cares when you’re not wanted
I am not the man I wanted
But no one asked
No one asked me who I loved
No one cared I wasn’t loved
How do you feel?
What if you were never told how you’re supposed to?
What if no one told you to feel sad or feel glad or get mad, is that bad?
Would we feel at all?
In every life
There is a gate
Beyond the gate
There is a road
With many twists
And turns it goes
Where it stops
Only dead ones know
There is help
On the side
Do not ask me what I was wearing
My denim shorts were not an invitation
Do not ask me what I was wearing
My floral blouse did not have "YES" written on it
Do not ask me what I was weaing
Shit you can’t say to your teacher?
It should be titled Shit I Should Say
Math teachers working out polynomial equations and over exaggerated problems of how Bill bought twenty-three hundred apples;
if you could ask a question,
anything on your mind,
what exactly would you ask
if you were given time?
Say you met a tall man,
who said he was a poet.
"Do you have a question?" He would ask.
